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A Memory From the Cosmos/A Blip in My Normalcy

I've had my fair share of flops, failures, and disappointments in my writing career. However, the beat goes on and I'm still marching on. Sometimes I feel nostalgic, not that I yearn and want to live in the past (no, thank you very much). But every now and then old memories pop in to say hello. So I look at some of my abandoned projects. For a short while, I'm transported to an early time when I probably had some or all of the following: hubris, a few chips on my shoulder, "smoldering" passion, and unbridled addiction to a certain alcohol.

Tonight during a blip in my normalcy, I stumbled upon this old poem of mine, taken from an abandoned project called "Her Name was Nadya". Here's an early draft of a poem called "The Gift from the Cosmos".

Porcelain knewit could not be foreverthe foraging for foodlike a lonely huntersomething must be morethan life's monotonyof waking,eating,talking,walking,yawning,and returningto sleeping.Tired from huntingempty-handedand disappointed,Porcelain saton the banks of the town's river.